Chapter 53: The Girl Who Was Like Fire

  The sky was already bright, and Han Jin yawned as he walked down from upstairs. After returning from the Mercenary Guild yesterday, he had absorbed the energy of several elements, created three lightning symbols, and then thought about some things, so he slept very late.

  Everyone had taken over the inn, and the furniture was available for free use. They sat quite scattered, with Moskowitz occupying a table by himself, Stilberg and Michele sitting diagonally across from him, Kari hiding in a corner, Sascha sitting near the counter, but Xanthe was nowhere to be seen.

  "What about Xian Ni? She hasn't come back all night?" Han Jin was somewhat surprised.

  "She's right behind you." Sasori sneered.

  Han Jin turned around and saw Xian Ni'er lightly walking down from above, only then did he notice that Xian Ni'er's footsteps made no sound at all.

  "Looking for me?"

  "It's nothing." Han Jin shrugged, although it was good to lean on a big tree and enjoy the cool breeze, but having contact with the Red Spear mercenary team was somewhat inappropriate. The role that could make the Red Spear mercenaries cautious was undoubtedly a very frightening existence for them at this stage, and they absolutely couldn't afford to stir up trouble. Moreover, the profession of mercenaries was extremely ruthless, of course, friendships would also form between mercenaries, but fundamentally speaking, it was all about combining interests, cooperating with each other when goals were aligned, in order to reap the greatest benefits. They didn't have the leisure to nurture or help newcomers.

  Han Jin didn't think that contacting the other party would bring much benefit to himself, and it was possible that he would be poached instead. If Xian Ni'er were to be poached, it would be a severe blow to their group of people.

  Just then, the door of the inn was kicked open by someone, and a fiery red figure rushed in. It was a young female swordsman, with a slender build, even taller than Han Jin. Her hair was red, which wasn't strange, but her soft armor was also red, making her look like a burning flame. On her back, she had slung a huge two-handed sword, comparable to Mo Xing's giant sword. Normally, rational women would refuse to use such a shocking weapon.

  However, the woman's appearance was very beautiful, with big eyes, high nose bridge, small lips, and white skin, exuding a seductive aura. Her figure was extremely hot, with curves in all the right places, and what caught the eye most was that she wasn't wearing tights, revealing a section of white thigh between her combat skirt and boots.

  "Good heavens!!" the woman exclaimed.

  Mo Xinkē appeared extremely calm, first looking to the left, then to the right, and finally pointing to his own nose with his hand, saying very politely: "Miss, are you talking to me?"

  The woman snorted and strode over, planting one foot on the chair as she looked down at Mo Xikou with a superior air.

  "Miss, I'm A Zuo, I think you must have mistaken..."

  "Keep pretending! Keep pretending to me!" The woman stretched out her hand to pinch Mo Xikou's ear. Perhaps the woman's movement was too fast, or Mo Xikou's momentum was completely suppressed, so he reacted slowly and was caught off guard, which was very inconsistent with his identity. Then the woman sneered: "Don't forget, I grew up with you since childhood, do you think that just because you shaved your head into a duck egg shape, I wouldn't recognize you?!"

  "Not... I'm A Zuo, these are all my friends, don't believe me go..."

  "Listen, kiddo, let me tell you, when you were 16 or 17 years old, you didn't even have a mustache yet. Do you think things have changed that much now?" The woman exerted herself and actually lifted the motorcycle: "Think you can cheat an old lady?!"

  "Bastard!" Mo Xinko was furious, grabbing the woman's hand and twisting it with force. The woman, in pain, involuntarily let go of Mo Xinko's ear.

  "You... you dare hit me?" The woman looked at Mo Xinkuo with an incredulous gaze.

  "Do you know who they are? They're all my friends!" Mo Xingke, who had come over with a bad temper, yelled without caring about anything else: "You're treating me like this in front of my friends?! Do you think I'm still a kid?!"

  The woman's expression changed slightly, and she suddenly said in a soft voice: "Alright, I was wrong."

  Mo Xinke was venting his dissatisfaction, including now and in the past. For a moment, he didn't react and was stunned: "What did you say?"

  "It's my fault, don't be angry." The woman stretched out her hand and tentatively grabbed Mo Xinkuo's arm.

  Han Jin and the others were as silent as cicadas in winter, watching that woman's initial demeanor, thinking they would draw their giant swords and engage in a fierce battle. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, they would surrender? It was truly astonishing.

  Mo Xinkuo's face was twisted in anger as he forcefully shook off his arm, flinging the woman's hand to one side.

  "I admit I have a bad temper, but can't you think about my difficulties?" The woman lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "You just left without a word, leaving everything to me. Do you know how I've been living these days? Every day being looked down on by others, every day being bullied...". By the end of it, the woman was already sobbing uncontrollably, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

  "Alright." Mo Xinkou said in a deep voice, "In over a decade, I've never seen you shed a single tear, what are you rubbing away?"

  "Hehe......" The woman raised her head: "You're not angry anymore?"

  Han Jin and others looked at each other in dismay, at this time, they did not dare to say a word.

  "Come on, I'll introduce you to a few friends." Mo Xinke sighed and said: "This is Xierna, my sister. This is Raphael..."

  "The young man is quite handsome, does he have a wife?" The woman smiled and said: "Don't worry, tomorrow I'll give..."

  The woman didn't finish speaking before being pulled away by Mo Xinkuo, who then shouted: "This is my friend, stop messing around, okay?!"

  "I knew it was your friend, so I..."

  "Shut up!!"

  The woman obediently shut her mouth, but just a few seconds later, she couldn't help it again, reached out and poked Mo Xin's waist, saying with a blush: "I like you the way you are now..."

  Mo Xinkuo fell silent, looking east and west, as if searching for something.

  "Let me introduce myself, my name is Raphael, and I'm a prophet." Han Jin stood up with a smile, then introduced Xanier, Sasou and others one by one. The woman named Hillina had returned to normal, exchanged pleasantries for a few sentences, learned that Hillina hadn't eaten breakfast in the morning either, so she put two tables together, everyone sat around, and the shopkeeper brought over the prepared breakfast one by one.